Lyrics:

I took my troubles down to Madame Rue

You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth

She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine

Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion No. 9



I told her that I was a flop with chicks

I've been this way since 1956

She looked at my palm, and she made a magic sign

She said, what you need is Love Potion No. 9



She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink

She said, I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink

It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink

I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink



I didn't know if it was day or night

I started kissin' everything in sight

But when I kissed that cop down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine

He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9



I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink



I didn't know if it was day or night

I started kissin' everything in sight

But when I kissed that cop down at Thirty-Fourth and Vine

He broke my little bottle of Love Potion No. 9



Love Potion No. 9

Love Potion No. 9

Love Potion No. 9